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Wendy Florian Profiles Facebook. Search by Name Please enter a First Name. Please enter a Last Name. Search Tools. Country USA. Wendy E. Florian 42 yrs, sweetwendy Wendy W. Florian 67 yrs. Wendy K. Florian 44 yrs. I caressed the back of Juliet's chair, then pulled it back and sat in front of the light-girdled mirror and gazed into my face and centered myself. I'd never actually done Juliet before. No point in telling Larry that. The one-man show?

A comic skit, really, with quick changes, slapstick, clown faces, and japery, lasting twenty minutes when I was really rolling. No point in worrying him; I knew the part. But line reading is just the starting point, of course.

You must get inside the character. All good acting is played from within. I had about five minutes. It's not enough time, of course. It wouldn't have been enough even if I'd been able to use it to do nothing but think about the part. As it was, I'd need every minute to accomplish the physical transformation. But I did use the mental time to go back over the many, many performances of Juliet I had seen, going right back to Norma Shearer in As my mind ranged back over Juliets of the past, taking a bit of business here, a word emphasis there, my hands were busy changing hatchet-faced Mercutio into a visage with cheek to shame the fairest stars in all the heavens.

Once I had my own face. It's a good face, and served me well in the trade for almost thirty years. But it became the wisest course not to use it. Thirty years ago, with unaccustomed money in my pocket following a long and successful run, I invested in every makeup gadget then known to mankind. This required, among other things, that my entire head be taken apart and rebuilt. My body harbors enough tech wizardry to qualify as a public nuisance. Radios spit static when I walk by. Compasses are thrown off true. But when the part calls for a full-body alteration in a hurry, I'm your guy.

Or gal, as the case may be. My first appearance was a logistical nuisance, really. Juliet says, "It is an honor that I dream not" when asked if she wants to be married. To which the nurse hoots, "An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. The problem was that the next scene, Act One, scene four, was Mercutio's chance to shine. What to do, what to do? First things first. I struggled into the costume, stuffing padding in the appropriate places.

Luckily, the skirt reached all the way to the floor. I pulled on a black wig, quickly combed it out, and then picked up the Masque-Aid. It's a nice little gadget consisting of two parts. The first is a thin plastic tube with a snap connector on the end. I fastened this to a matching connector hidden behind my left ear, turned it on, and heard the high hiss as air began to flow through it.

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The second part is a styling wand, which looks like a pencil with a broad, flat head. Both units are connected to a control console and a switching system buried in my cheekbone. I pressed the flat end of the wand to my face and got to work. There's nothing real fancy about the wand itself.

It contains a powerful magnet that rotates when I press a button with my thumb.

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When I put it in the right position it causes surgically implanted magnets to turn, which then turn screws I can vary the distance between my eyes. I can lengthen my jawbone, raise and lower my cheekbones. I can create a brow ridge. In five minutes I can be Quasimodo or Marilyn Monroe. That's the base. The air hose was taking care of the rest.

There are twenty little air bags embedded in my facial skin. Suck them all dry and I look like Death. Fill them up: Fatty Arbuckle. The only problem with all this stage magic is it can hurt if done rapidly. Depending on how much I had to do, the pain could be like a mild toothache or a severe beating. I was brushing pink spots onto my cheeks when someone began frantically pounding on the dressing room door.

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I tasted blood, dabbed at a tooth with a towel, smiled broadly at myself in the mirror. Larry was waiting for me in the wings, and I savored the expression of bafflement as I approached him. Beyond, Romeo and Benvolio were onstage, the curtain about to come down on the scene. Larry grabbed my arm. We're all counting on you, every last one of us. I know it's been a tough road.

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I know I've been hard on you, but I did it because I knew you had something, darling, some magical quality you can't buy in a store. I want you to go out there and knock 'em dead. When you come back, I want you to come back a star! From the stage: "What, lamb!

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What ladybird! God forbid! Lady Capulet and the Nurse looked at me strangely, but soldiered bravely on through one of the less interesting scenes in Shakespeare, all about Lammas-eve and other things of minimal importance to a modern audience. I let it all drone over me and concentrated on my vocal cords, which, in the rush, I had neglected to tune.

I hummed softly to myself, earning a few sharp looks from Angeline. Finally I thought I had it, and just in time, too. I was sure I'd heard that voice before. Lady Capulet had her back to the audience I played the line back in my head. Blanche DuBois! I was using the same voice I'd last employed in our production of Streetcar. I frantically cast back through the female roles of my career, looking for something I could slip on like a comfortable shoe.

A voice, a voice. My kingdom for a voice! And I said, "I'll look to like, if looking liking move. That was Natalie Wood with a bad Puerto Rican accent! My review of Juliets past had led me down a cinematic byway.


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I had no time to lose. Exeunt all, curtain down, curtain up, enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, Maskers, Torchbearers, and others.